I've had enough.

So the reason I don't move is I love my home &I; love being close to my grandparents. It's a four story house that my grandfather built.

But my Mother and brother are also my neighbors. And I'm going to lose my shit one day. My Mom will just up and leave then text me after she's gone that my brother is home alone. So I go down there to keep an eye on him, and make sure he gets what he needs to do done. And he loses his shit. For example, the other day I knocked on his door. He ignored me so I knocked again. We did this four times or so, then he opened the door and whooped me with his belt. Right across the stomach, my chest and almost my face. Then today, we were cleaning so I told him he couldn't go outside right now. So he threw this anchor thing out the door. I can't deal with it anymore..